James Elliott - A Bride For The Whole Family

Harder, his cock drilled into the warm caressing recesses of her cunt, trying to nail her to the bed beneath their bodies. She squirmed and quivered under him, the satin pillows of her tits rolling against his chest and the erect, firm nipples digging into his flesh.

Her ass swished and hissed over the sheet as her hips took up the rhythm of his fucking. As he lunged down, her pelvis leaped up and greeted his swollen rod, helping it to plow even deeper into the grateful channel of her unabandoned lust. She squeezed and held him in the depths of her pussy for a brief instant.

Then he jerked out, wrenching the filling thickness of his presence from her. In turn, her hips dropped back to the bed, then jumped forth once more to envelop his bigness as it penetrated her body.

She no longer groaned, but grunted with each pounding impact of his loins against her eager cuntal mound. Her body was jolted time and again, as he pumped his stiff mass into her with reckless abandon.

Suddenly, he dropped full weight to her body, his chest smashing into her tits, pancaking their roundness beneath him. His hands slid under her, grasping the perk curves of her ass and jerking them upward to increase the angle of his driving plunges.

She groaned as he speared closer and closer to her soul. Her hands anchored firmly into his ass and she pulled even harder as he lunged, as if trying to take him into her, balls and all. She twisted and squirmed with soaring pleasure under the battering attack of his loins.

Together they rose in a fervor of erotic delirium. They strove to reach new levels of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning, aching, and grunting, they drove into and accepted each other, attempting to take every ounce of pleasure each offered.

Higher and higher she soared. Her thighs throbbed and pounded with the growing agony of near release. Aching, writhing, and groaning, she was caught up in an imploding universe of lust-a lust that consumed her in tidal wave after tidal wave of soul-rendering passion.

Simultaneously, his balls boiled with the fire of desire and up from the aching depths of his testicles a molten flow raced through his throbbing and pulsing cock. He erupted, spewing the thick fountain of his lust into her belly. Hunching deep into her cunt, he emptied himself of seemingly gallons of hot come that splattered and coated the contracting folds of her pussy until the flood of sperm and semen overflowed the well of her sex and oozed out around his thickness.

Their desperate, wanton lust expended, they clutched each other in loving caresses. Their grateful bodies heaved and trembled in the wake of their passion. With tender love, their mouths met and kissed in silent "thank you" for the pleasure shared.

Diana felt anticipation growing within her as Michael wheeled their small, fully packed MGB down the narrow road. Outside, the moss-laden cypresses of the bayou country blurred by. She reached out and lovingly squeezed her husband's thigh. He glanced at her, smiled, then returned his eyes to the winding road.

Michael had been uneasy about this visit to his parents home, afraid she would be offended by the interruption of their honeymoon, which would eventually end up in Mexico City for a week, before Michael took over a position in a small Houston advertising firm.

But the trip was necessary, she had assured him. He had some money tied up in a trust, which was now needed to buy in as a partner of the firm.

The business deal was too important to pass by! And besides, she was looking forward to meeting the Hightower family.

"Hold on and watch out for 'gators," Michael cut into her thoughts, as he turned off the highway onto a small asphalt road. "It's about five miles up this way."

Diana slipped the clasp from her purse and retrieved the needed brush and lipstick to prepare herself for her first encounter with her new in-laws.

"Don't worry," Michael threw her a broad grin. "You're beautiful…as always."

She chuckled, "I love you, too. But first impression and best foot forward, you know."

"No problem. They'll love you," he assured her. "I just hope you'll like…"

"Relax, I know I'll like them," she broke in, as she straightened her clothing and pressed the wrinkles from her skirt with her palms.

"Especially if they're anything like you."

"I give up. A woman in love is blind," he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Just remember, the Hightowers are a bit eccentric."

"I'll remember," she grimmaced. "You make it sound as if I was walking into some grisly scene straight out of a Gothic novel."

"It's not quite that bad…" he laughed, "…but the Hightower family is just a little bit different and somewhat weird."

"You can't scare me off now, Michael Hightower!" she returned in mock anger. "I've read all those tales of werewolves and vampires. And I've come equipped with a silver bullet and wooden stake!"

His laughter increased, "Okay! You win! No more!"

Then he continued, carrying her joke a step further, "Just remember, Grandma sacrifices virgins at midnight every night in the basement!"

"Virgins, hmmmmm?" she slid her hand up to the crotch of his jeans and allowed her fingers to tease along the sleeping bulge of his cock. "No worry there for me, is there!"

"You keep that up, woman, and I'll have to pull over to the side-of the road and rape your young body!" he grinned, easing her tempting fingers away.

"Promises, promises," she sighed, a wistful look in her eyes.

"Patience, my dear," he answered in a Bela Lugosi imitation, "ven night come, so vill you!"

Suddenly, she scooted to the edge of her seat and leaned over. Her teeth lightly nipped at his neck and she sucked loudly.

"I vant to suck your co…" she started.

"Greedy, bitch!" his palm slapped sharply on the exposed cheek of her skirt-covered rump.

"Ouch!" she whelped, pouting as she withdrew back into her seat.

He grinned at her, "On your best behavior, wench; we're here."

Before them on the road, which apparently was nothing more than one hell of a long driveway, stood a massive stone wall. A wrought iron gate, complete with arch and a swirling Old English "H" in an intricate circle, was open. Slowing down, Michael eased the sports car through the narrow passage. No longer was the surrounding country the tangled jungle of bayou undergrowth, but a plush carpet of green grass. No, she decided, lawn was more like it, well-manicured with landscaped shrubs growing around towering magnolia trees.

"Welcome to the Hightower Estate," Michael waved one of his hands to scene stretched before them.

"Michael, you didn't tell me…it's beautiful," she exclaimed with obvious delight.

"Up ahead is the Hightower home." he smiled pleased with her reaction.

"Home? Mansion is more like it!" She stared at the white brick, twostory house set back among the flowering trees.

"This is an old plantation my father found and restored several years ago," her husband explained. "He liked the isolation it offered."

The road widened into a circular driveway that led to the front of the Hightower mansion. Michael wheeled around and before the immense structure.

The place is authentic, just like the Old South," he continued. "Like it?"

"Like it? It's fantastic" she muttered, somewhat in shock by the unexpected mansion.

She found herself mumbling dumbfoundedly, "Michael, why didn't you tell me that…"

"That my family has some money?" he smiled.

She nodded, unable to find the appropriate words.

"It didn't seem to matter…with you," he leaned over and tenderly kissed her. "Does it?"

"No, you big, beautiful idiot!" she grinned, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a loud wet kiss on his lips. "No, it didn't matter. But please don't mind if I'm excited as hell about it! Not to mention nervous!"